Where past Time the roads go far Littered with dust of sun and star, With sundered string and arrow sped The angels of the Lord lie dead. There lads of the impassioned races Reflect the night skies in their faces; Boys' eyes, boys' thoughts and bodies bright Are changing to eternal light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT GOULD SHAW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SCORN NOT THE LEAST by ROBERT SOUTHWELL COMPENSATIONS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE VALLEY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SAD! SAD! by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |